Watch your back when the sun goes down
The dark duke holds court downtown
Sad seasons, there's no solid ground
Shaping tyrants of a different kind
So you think you'll never see the sun
On the backstreets of pandemonium
Where the sly little devils run
You'll forget where you're coming from
Days
Getting bent into nights
In the blackness of eyes
You stumble and fall from grace
Oh
In the center of grief
It's the hour of need
Bell strikes for darker days
Ground zero calling for all scum
The black gold will obscure the sun
The new kings fighting for the crown
Thrown over, just about to drown
Days of madness without an end
More disasters waiting 'round the bend
Dark ages seem to rise again
Dark times lie ahead my friend
Days
Getting bent into nights
In the blackness of eyes
You stumble and fall from grace
Oh
In the center of grief
It's the hour of need
The bell strikes for darker days